Last Saturday I needed to mail some stuff, but we were already in Lincoln. After dropping Lloyd off at his auction I drove to where I though a post office was, but it wasn’t there. Darn aliens.
I stopped at a store and asked where it was, and the very helpful lady gave me some vague directions and instead of asking for more details and – heaven forbid – writing it down, I just smiled, thanked her, and walked out without really remembering what she said.
I drove and drove and wasted some gas and finally stopped at another place and said, “I know there’s a post office around here but I can’t find it.” Fortunately that lady did not tell me that I was already standing in it, but gave wonderfully clear directions that told how to cross the street to find it.
It was worth it.
Seward’s post office is nice and small-town-quaint, but this place was gorgeous. I wish I would have taken more pictures, but maybe next time.
Who’s kidding who? I’ll never find it again.